i heard a voice in a weakened state,
a voice i had not heard
since objects had no names,
a time of magic and joy
that has since faded,
misplaced,
deep in the recesses.
i chase this faint whisper,
a breeze of innocense
born as truth,
sounds emmerge as
light leaps over structure,
shadows pushed aside,
stars now clothed
in the waning night,
and into this still room
so does this voice escape
in a moment between.
